OH !  HOW I WISH I COULD SLEEP UNTIL MY DADDY COMES HOME
(Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young / Pete Wendling,   1918)


"Early to bed, Early to rise," 
I heard a mother say to her angel eyes; 
"Dream of your Dad, My little lad, 
Don't wake until the sun appears; in the skies," 
"I hate the sunshine," he said,
"It makes me get out of bed."

Two little eyes, Dotted with tears, 
They tell a story full of darkness and fears; 
Two shoulders bear Sorrow and care, 
A weight too great for just a baby in years, 
"Mamma," the laddie explains, 
Sunshine brings nothing but pains."

Oh! how I wish I could sleep, until my Daddy comes home;
Oh! mamma why must we always be all alone? 
I miss him more every day, 
How can you ask me to play; 
You're always sighing and crying, since he went away; 
Last night I heard Daddy call,
But I was dreaming thats all; 
He kissed me, and he said, "Go to bed, my own;" 
Oh! mamma, that's when I thought, 
God made the night time too short; 
Oh! how I wish I could sleep, 
Until my Daddy comes home."